Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

The Day of First Fruits: Ripening (A Poem for Pentecost)

The Day of First Fruits: Ripening (A Poem for Pentecost)
Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, “What does this mean?” – Acts 2:12 Strand One: recognition tongues of fire on their heads, glimmering banners of love— tongues afire in their mouths, burning through the brush of the babble of unknown languages— a harmonious riversong of...
May 19th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Courage

Courage
It’s more than the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz It’s more than doing what everyone else does It’s more than putting on a uniform. Courage is our name For those times When we, and everyone around us, want more than anything to give up, When we know we are losing, But we keep going, We keep...
May 18th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Genesis: Poems in the Midrash Tradition

Genesis: Poems in the Midrash Tradition
labor Being Creator Himself, He knew something of the task. Raising nothing into something was not without labor. The gathering—mud and sand, bone and sinew—setting them just right, singing over the open wound where a shared rib was taken, was given, while each note knitting flesh left it clean....
May 12th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

At David’s Wedding

At David’s Wedding
the honeysuckle are trumpets announcing your arrival at the altar you built petals sacrifice themselves in praise and laughing near our parents an impossible shadow yawns from the base of a hydrangea bush the faintest shape of a shy groomsman outlined on the ground holding a bouquet in his branches our...
May 11th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Deus Interruptus

Deus Interruptus
Just yesterday morning I was making a case for myself before God when this woodpecker started his racket, completely spoiling the sweet moment I was milking before the Divine. But now that I think about it, maybe that was the Holy Spirit who finally got bored with the tired routine of shy dove/wild...
May 5th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Church

Church
some say the body is a church some say the bed some say the last word spoken is a church some say the child some say the turkey roasted on ivory platter some say the head some say the woman walking on the stars is church, some say fingers, steeples some say suffering is church penitence for greed some...
May 4th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Faith as a mathematical abstraction

Faith as a mathematical abstraction
Some people live their faith as if it were a mathematical abstraction. You’d think they’d never seen a star Or held a hand Or walked with a child. They live as if God Was a problem They thought they had solved— As if the answer were enough. There’s a world out there, A world we were put into, Not...
April 28th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Even now in the Garden

Even now in the Garden
Even now, with bone of my bone And flesh of my flesh Nearly knocking at the door, Milked in some mysterious Way of knowing my voice, Altogether new; Even now, I am haunted by the animals stalking past. With each, I breathed a name and saw the curved spines, Outstretched paws and knobby beaks. All splendor...
April 27th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Trading Text for Visuals: Poets As Visual Artists

Earlier this month, we looked at artists’ paintings of poets, discovering homages both photo-realist and illustrative of poetic styles. Our visual-arts celebration of National Poetry Month continues with poets as artists. William Blake is the first poet who comes to mind when we’re talking...
April 23rd, 2013 | Arts, Visual Arts | Read More

Evangelism 101

Evangelism 101
There won’t be another light scratched upon the forehead of a star. So walk today in kindness as though your eternity comes from a faraway soil sustained by the strangest in your midst. So listen as though madness is sense as if tomorrow swaddles in the belly of a teenager, her smoke rings the story...
April 21st, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
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